The narrow space became more confined because of the tension and depression in the air.
They stood close to each other. It seemed there was a thin veil between them, which could be blown away by a heavier breath. Every second of this moment was precious as well as torturous to Kate.
After some time, she looked to the alley to see the status of the chaos. When she just leaned forward a little, she was pulled back by the arm.
Before she reacted to it, she saw a familiar face. Curly-hair was walking into the alley and passed by where they were hidden. He walked straight ahead and picked a stick from a broken stand on the way.
When he arrived at a crowd of fighters who stood in a circle facing inside, he beat the few guys who blocked his way. They howled and made way for him. He pulled up the guy who was lying on the ground and supported him with his shoulder.
